Westward Bound

My mouth is filled with cotton
My head bogged down by smoke
Seems these addictions are afflictions that I host
Killing me slowly so to cope

And this somber summer swelter
Why it heats me and it bleeds me dry
I reminisce ‘bout where I was last year this time
Hunting mushrooms, sipping wine

Should you find your way westward bound
By flight or by Greyhound
In several days or years from now
How I’ll leave a light on and I’ll keep our bed warm
In case the day you come around

Your gaze has lost all passion
And your chest don’t thump like it did
We used to laugh as though we both were little kids
Well at least you loved me when you did

Founded in faith or delusion
Foolish am I to dream
You’d pack a bag and leave the country for the city
You’d trade the trees for concrete

Should you find your way westward bound
By flight or by Greyhound
In several days or years from now
Oh I’ll leave the light on and I’ll keep our bed warm
In case the day you come around

You can use the key under the mat
Help me name all of my plants
At the big red dog address
With a pantry full of your favorite snacks

In case the day
In case the day oh
In case the day you come around